Chapter 50 The Fake Young Master's Dog Taming Guide (26) Fu Li lowered his head to calm down...
At this moment, Fu Li just wanted to hit him on the back of the head and send this guy back to hell.
But he lacked both the courage and the ability. He silently accepted the bunny girl outfit that Yan Qibai brought him. The top was basically just a brightly colored piece of cloth, and the skirt and pants had an open crotch design. It was hard to imagine who would wear such clothes except for prostitutes and perverts.
He felt deeply insulted. But now, who else but Yan Qibai could help him?
A figure flashed before my eyes in an instant, only to be quickly dismissed.
Yan Qibai looked at him with a smile, his eyes burning with intense passion.
Yes, this was a sting operation from the very beginning, but who told the fish to be so foolish as to dive headfirst into the net? Now they can only swallow their pride and ask the instigator for help.
What he loved most was Fu Li's displeased yet forced-to-lower-status expression, which most aroused his sadistic desires, even if his methods were only a little more ruthless in matters of the heart.
Under the man's determined gaze, Fu Li lowered her head and calmly thought for a while. The moment she looked up, she threw the cloth in her hand hard at his face.
He retorted angrily, "Let me tell you! I'd rather go to jail than ask you for help!"
After saying that, he quickly turned and left.
As Fu Li stepped out of the first-floor door, she realized something—this was clearly her home, so why was she the one who came out?
He regretted not telling Yan Qibai to get lost, but he didn't plan to go back. Who knew if he'd be ambushed as soon as he walked in?
In the cold night, Fu Li tightened her collar and walked step by step towards the gate along the streetlights.
After spending the night in a hotel, the long process of finding a new place to stay began the next day.
It might be easy to find someone to take over a child's debts, but finding someone to take over a debt of 200 million is much harder.
For more than ten days in a row, Fu Li went back and forth between various company meetings and business banquets, encountering countless bosses and managers. He was so tired of remembering their names that he almost threw up.
However, some talks ended with a few casual remarks, while others, after showing some interest, were immediately frightened by rumors coming from the Yan family and called off all negotiations.
Some even coveted Fu Li's looks and wanted him to pay for their investments with his body.
Isn't this exactly the same as Yan Qibai?
Fu Li refused on the spot and then hired a private investigator to expose the boss's affair to his wife, causing chaos in the boss's home.
However, after all that effort, Fu Li still came up empty-handed. Yan Qibai's attitude was clear: Fu Li shouldn't even think about asking anyone but him.
But once he bows his head, he'll never be able to raise it again.
He had considered contacting Xie Qiuchen, but Xie had been expanding his business overseas and hadn't returned to China for six months. Moreover, the estrangement and indifference over the years were real; he feared Xie would end up like President Lin, prioritizing profit above all else and treating Fu Li as a joke.
Therefore, even the last path was blocked, and it seemed that Fu Li really had no choice but to turn back and ask Yan Qibai for help.
But this time, the young master's stubbornness flared up. He was determined to fight Yan Qibai to the bitter end.
Otherwise, am I supposed to be that person's canary in their bed for the rest of my life?!
This was exactly what Yan Qibai wanted him to compromise on. But Fu Li did not want to do as he wished.
Another month passed, and Fu Li still hadn't found a company to take over the project. The client had been pressing for it countless times, and the company's employees were starting to have doubts, worrying that this project might ruin the entire company.
Under these circumstances, Fu Li hadn't slept for days and had gone through countless packets of coffee.
He dragged his exhausted body into the company, sat down in his office chair, and began to think about whether there were any other ways to solve the problem.
Just then, the secretary knocked on the door and came in to tell him some news:
"General Manager, someone from the Yan Group has come to discuss cooperation with you."
Upon hearing that it was someone from the Yan family, Fu Li's first thought was that Yan Qibai was preparing to come and accept his compromise.
He refused, coldly replying, "No need. I have no intention of cooperating with the Yan family. Let them go."
After a half-second pause, the secretary said, "It's not someone from Mr. Yan's group who came this time; it seems to be someone else."
Fu Li was taken aback. "Who is the person in charge here?"
The secretary said, "It's the new project manager from the Yan family, who has been here for less than three months. They want you to come to Biyue Villa for a meeting this evening."
It didn't sound like a business meeting, but rather a private invitation.
Fu Li keenly sensed the ambiguity in the situation. After a moment's hesitation, he said, "Tell them I will go."
After the secretary left, Fu Li immediately began to consider the other party's position.
He had never been inside the head office, but he knew that the Yan Group wasn't entirely Yan Qibai's personal fiefdom. Could this invitation for a private meeting be from another faction within the Yan Group?
It doesn't matter who it is, as long as they can get him out of his current predicament.
Fu Li immediately sent people to inquire about the project manager's identity. However, the information obtained was very limited. All they knew was that he had only recently taken office and had been directly appointed by Yan He, not by Yan Qibai. This was crucial intelligence, suggesting a potential power struggle.
However, Fu Li did not have any connections within the Yan family, and he could not possibly ask Yan Qibai, so he did not even know the other party's name, only that the contact information left was a surname: He.
That evening, Yan Qibai and his secretary drove to Biyue Villa.
After being badly taken advantage of by Mr. Lin from the Lin Group during his last meeting here, he is determined to seize this opportunity to turn things around.
After entering the gate of Biyue Villa, Fu Li took a deep breath, straightened his clothes, and strode forward.
The waiter led the two to a private room, knocked on the door, and a lazy, clear voice came from inside: "Come in."
Fu Li recognized the voice somewhat, and noticed a slight furrow in his brow. When the door opened, Fu Li finally saw the young man sitting on the sofa.
The person had a bright smile, with dimples on their lips, a gentle and graceful profile, and delicate and beautiful features. They also had eyes that were very similar to Yan He's.
"My brother, how are you doing?" the man asked.
Fu Li froze instantly, exclaiming in surprise, "Yan Yuesheng?!"
Seeing the surprised expression on his face, Yan Yuesheng smiled happily. This time, the smile wasn't the deceptive fake smile he had shown before, but rather a genuine joy that welled up in his eyes.
"Yes, I'm back. Did you miss me, Brother Ali? I heard you weren't doing well after I left. I was so happy to hear that." He smiled gently, and anyone who didn't know better would think he was catching up with a good friend.
"It's only been less than ten years, and I never expected that my brother would even lose his position as heir. Oh, I forgot, you're not even my brother, not even a member of the Yan family, so how could you have any right to inherit?"
The young man spoke in a gentle tone, but his words were full of sarcasm. It was as if he was showing off in front of him—so what if he was an illegitimate child? At least he was a legitimate member of the Yan family, much better than an outsider of dubious origin.
Fu Li had heard these words countless times, so he wasn't easily offended. But at the same time, his expression darkened, and he looked at the other person coldly.
The system excitedly announced in Fu Li's mind: "Yan Yuesheng is back! Plot point activated! Great, the mission will be completed soon!"
Yan Yuesheng didn't seem to want to reminisce with him at this moment. Instead, he picked up a bottle of vodka from the table and slowly said, "I heard you joined an investment company and got into a huge mess. Nobody in City C is willing to take over, and you're on the verge of losing your reputation and going bankrupt. My own brother doesn't seem to be planning to help you either. What should we do? Brother Ali, do you want me to be your backup plan?"
Besides them, there were a few other people in the private room, one of whom was Fu Li's secretary, and the other were Yan Yuesheng's confidants.
At this moment, no one spoke, silently watching the drama unfold.
Fu Li remained silent for a while before speaking: "If you want to take Yan Qibai's position, I can help you. As long as you can help me get through this difficult time. We'll each get what we need."
A smile appeared on Yan Yuesheng's face. He had a baby face, and his smile was sweet and delicate, like a carefully crafted porcelain doll.
But Fu Li knew that this person was not so simple. Kindness was just a facade to gain people's trust; his true sustenance lay in his ambition and malice.
He said, "It is true that each party should take what they need. But back then, you kicked me down the stairs, I had four stitches in my head, and I was kicked out of the Yan family. Is that all there is to it? I want to settle accounts with Yan Qibai, but these accounts should be settled one by one from the beginning, shouldn't they?"
Fu Li understood Yan Yuesheng's petty nature. From his perspective, Fu Li wasn't even a young master of the Yan family, yet he had used his status to embarrass him greatly, causing him significant losses. Now, Yan Yuesheng had to pay the price. If Fu Li couldn't show some attitude, there was no point in discussing anything else.
Fu Li now needed someone's help, so he calmly looked into Yan Yuesheng's eyes and asked, "What do you want me to do?"
Yan Yuesheng smiled and turned to the side, holding the bottle of vodka. "Originally, I was going to make you roll down the stairs and kowtow or something. But since we're going to be allies, I'll go easy on you. If you finish this bottle of vodka in one go, I'll let bygones be bygones, how about that?"
The secretary knew that Fu Li couldn't drink too much alcohol, especially since the bottle was full, probably about 500 milliliters, and it was a strong liquor like vodka. Even someone with a high alcohol tolerance might get a stomach perforation from drinking it.
She looked at him with a worried expression, "General Manager, this..."
Fu Li calmly stepped forward, took the bottle, and called the waiter to open it.
The young man took a deep breath, picked up the bottle, tilted his head back, and poured it down.
The secretary looked at her boss with great concern. She didn't understand the ways of the wealthy, but she couldn't bear to see her boss so distressed.
After downing a third of the bottle, the secretary looked at Yan Yuesheng and pleaded in a tactful tone, "Manager Yan, our general manager can't drink alcohol, let's stop here."
Yan Yuesheng watched this scene with great interest and smiled, "This is your boss atoning for his past mistakes. Why do you even care about his apology?"
Finally, after finishing the bottle of wine, Fu Li immediately buried his head and vomited.
While clicking his tongue in regret over the wasted wine, Yan Yuesheng patted Fu Li on the back and asked with a smile if he was alright and if they could continue talking.
Fu Li took a sip of water handed to her by her secretary, pressed her dizzy temples, gritted her teeth, and nodded.
Seeing that he was in such a sorry state but still insisted, Yan Yuesheng felt a great deal of relief and said with a light smile, "Alright, since you sincerely apologized, I will forgive you."
The two sides finally sat down to start talking.
In stark contrast to Yan Yuesheng's noble elegance, Fu Li was drowsy and seemed on the verge of collapse. His cheeks were flushed, and his eyes were almost unfocused; he was only holding on by sheer willpower.
At this moment, the young man's eyes were red at the corners, his eyebrows were flushed with a hint of drunkenness, his bright lips were moist and red like the flesh of a lychee, and when he looked up, he had a seductive look in his eyes.
Yan Yuesheng's gaze shifted, and she murmured meaningfully, "No wonder that bastard is so infatuated with you..."
"What?" Fu Li had to brace herself against the table to avoid fainting from the dizziness, and didn't hear what he said.
A pretty smile appeared on Yan Yuesheng's face as she said, "Actually, my coming to see you has nothing to do with the project. I want to invite you to help us take the Yan family's assets back from Yan Qibai."
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